Under normal circumstances, aside from quickly letting go and explaining himself, most men probably would not have any good way to respond to Clare's accusation.
But Allen was clearly not a normal man—or rather, he had long since transcended the category of ordinary people.
Not only did he have no intention of letting go, he pulled Elina straight into his arms and replied in a provocative tone, "Need you even ask? She's mine now!"
In an instant!
Clare's eyes changed from silver to gold. Completely disregarding the enormous gap in strength between them, she pounced like a female leopard.
Unfortunately, before she could get close, Sophia stopped her.
The two swung their Claymores and exchanged blows more than a hundred times in less than a minute. They moved so quickly that the naked eye of ordinary people could not catch them at all, leaving only faint afterimages.
But in the end, Clare was still no match for Sophia, whose strength was greater and combat experience more abundant.
Most importantly, her arm strength was far inferior to Sophia's. She was quickly driven into defeat during their clash.
The Claymore in her hand was knocked away on the spot, spinning into the forest behind her and only barely stopping after cutting down several large trees.
"Sophia?!"
Clare stared in disbelief at this "senior" who had once taken part in the hunt for Teresa. Her arms trembled faintly beyond her control.
Sophia's astonishing arm strength had clearly put her at a huge disadvantage in their exchange, to the point that she could not even hold onto her sword in the end.
"Well, well! Isn't this the little runt who used to follow Teresa around? I never expected that after a few years apart, you'd grow so much. And you even joined the Organization